vanity fair

It's been overcast / raining on and off here for days, but finally the kind of weather where you can leave the windows open some nights. A few more weeks/degrees in this direction could almost warrant turning on my fireplace… probably no such luck though.

Anyway, have recently entered some involuntary phase where I long for a hot meal every night but neither feel like eating out nor can be bothered to cook. Or grocery shop. Think it's got something to do with it being pitch dark at 6. Or it's Thanksgiving being around the corner… or this weather. Who knows. Either way, the only thing I am decently familiar with that somewhat approximates the illusion of a private chef is my decade old slow cooker.

Lucky to have had a few different kinds of mushrooms and some goat brie in my otherwise empty fridge this morning, so dinner's looking/smelling pretty good tonight. I'm in for a quiet night with a book while trying to master the interest to check up on Black Friday deals. Would love to score one of those iRobot vacuum cleaners that cleans the house while you're out (guess it's the cleaning lady equivalent of the slow cooker chef?) but I know they'll be pricey even on sale so probably won't bother.

Been loving these old teal earrings lately.Since I don't really own anything teal, or much of any real color for that matter, I usually end up wearing them with just a white shirt and jeans. Recently discovered however that this equally old sweater's got some teal thread in it so I now get parade around all color coordinated.

It's a hot hot Summer down here in Florida and I have just returned from the equally hot (or likely even hotter) Nevada. As always, very happy to reunite with Smokey, who, much like myself, is in the desperate need of a haircut. We both got decent haircuts before I left (evidence below) so there really is no explanation.

Anyway, really don't have much to blog about at the moment. My good friend Ernie, whom I think I saw a total of one time this year just called that he is back from Europe. I'm not even sure how long he was gone it's been that long.

Not sure what you ladies do for hair-care when living out of a suitcase.

On days when washing is not an option, (1) dry-shampoo roots, followed by (2) oil ends, is pretty much my only defense against what life on the road tends to do to hair. Ponytail if all else fails. (Or in this case, simply adopt the headgear of a certain military man pointing his crafty camera at me.)